Showing posts with label blackthorn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blackthorn. Show all posts

08 May 2020

Thirtieth of April and three days last November

April thirtieth 2020





'Our' muscovy
One of the oldest domesticated fowl species in the world, the muscovy duck was already being kept by native people in Peru and Paraguay when the early Spanish explorers arrived. The word “Muscovy” may refer to the Muscovy Company (incorporated in London in 1555), which transported these ducks to England and France.

Aztec rulers wore cloaks made from the feathers of the muscovy duck, which was considered the totem animal of the Wind God, Ehecatl.

Wild muscovy ducks are dark-plumaged, wary birds of forested areas. Domestic varieties—heavier, less agile birds with variable plumage—live on farms and in parks in warm climates around the world, where they can be confusing to bird watchers. Complicating the issue, male muscovy ducks frequently mate with other species and often produce sterile hybrid offspring.

Equipped with strong claws, muscovy ducks spend a lot of time perching in tall trees. They make their nests in large cavities of mature trees, but will also use artificial nest boxes.
(from here)





Dunno whether these wee brids are swallows or martins or whatever but this is the first that I've managed to photograph this year.



Male great tit feeding on peanuts



Pondorama



Caught this crow departing but didn't realise that there was a rabbit in the grass until I looked at the picture.



Ash leaves



Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
(Leonard Cohen)



Cootlet or cootling?





Eleventh of November 2020



Panorama from the footpath high above the West end of the pond.




Heron strolling about in the rugby field



Hanging without visible means of support over the rugby field



Everyone's favourite wee bird.





Twelfth of November 2019



Sloes




Two panoramas from the same place with different methods
first: using a Nikon Coolpix A900 in one go
and
second: eleven pics with a Nikon D5300  combined using Hugin.




Compulsory long tailed tit pic.




Rugby field Heron




Moggy






Wednesday the Thirteenth of November



Early morning (six o'clock) Moon



Starling jumping



Panorama from twenty pics




Rugby field heron (again)



Dept of Environment weir is almost flat



The drain is almost down to its normal level



Alder catkins look almost solid.




Heron changes position



Seagulls mobbing a goosander



Sloes


Grebe in the sunlight



Signs of autumn



Ruby





A couple of skies 
(I like skies)




Sunlit autumn oak



One of my favourite trees
Silhouetted against the sky



Across the canal



Looking over the pond


Moon at half past eleven






09 April 2020

2 to 4 Jan 2020

Second of January

Tufties on the pond.
A few years ago there were very few, if any, tufted ducks on the pond, then a few started to overwinter. Now they're outnumbering the mallards.



Lichen has for a long time been a fascination of mine. This 'blob' has moss growing in and around it - or is it growing in and around the moss. I keep reminding myself to do a little bit of reading and educate myself about lichens, fungi, and other denizens of the undergrowth but idleness takes over.



This bullfinch was between pond and canal just above Morse Lock.
I don't see 'em very often.

Third of Jan

Up above the North side of the pond someone's taken to hanging nets of peanuts and coconut halves full of birdy goodies in the willows. I've joined in.  There's blue and great tits feeding most times, often together.
I subsequently found out who that was - more later.


Saturday the Fourth of Jan


A few of the zillions of blackthorn on the North of the pond are blooming early - very early - remember these pics were taken at the beginning of January.

Lichen will grow (almost) anywhere here it's on the plastic connectors of a wire fence.

I've been playing with shutter speed a bit; here's Stret Lock (above) and Deep Lock (below) bywashes in spate at fast and slow speeds


The lock gate paddles are raised and lowered using windlasses on rather splendid mechanisms mounted on the gates. At the 'upstream' end of the lock they're somewhat different.



The view from Morse Lock's bridge over to Saint Anne's Church across fields and houses.


Ivy fruits provide food for birds and small mammals throughout winter months.


Whenever there's a decent Moon I try to get a picture of it



That's a few more days done, I hope to speed up from now but it's taken me a while to get into making the pics and words look how I want 'em to. Publishing at Midnight Wed/Thur